He walks down the snowy path, cold snowflakes landing on his face.

He turned his head, the moonlight illuminating what seemed to be a person in the snow. He couldn't tell if they where alive, or if they had died due to a demon attack.

He slowly walks in your direction, being cautious, just in case you where a demon. He had his hand on the hilt of his sword, prepared to strike.

Hello..?

He said quietly, but sternly, his usual bluntness shining through his tone of voice.